Archive for May, 2007

sad news…

Sunday, May 20th, 2007

 

 
 

 

Novelty singer Yoyoy Villame passes away   

By Julie      M. Aurelio
Inquirer

Posted date: May 18, 2007

MANILA,
Philippines — Novelty singer and comedian Roman “Yoyoy” Villame died
Friday afternoon of an apparent heart attack, some five hours after
being rushed to the Las Piñas Medical Center complaining of chest
pains, hospital staff and family members said.

Dr Joel Santos, who
worked the morning shift, administered cardio-pulmonary resuscitation
on Villame shortly after he was helped into the hospital’s emergency
room around 9 a.m. He was pronounced dead due to cardio-pulmonary
arrest.

Born in 1938, Villame was a former jeepney (minibus) and
bus driver from the island province of Bohol and is best known for his
comedic antics, as well as his Tagalog and Visayan novelty songs.

One of his songs, the popular “Mag-exercise Tayo,” hit the charts in 1977. He also composed the cutesy tongue twister "Butse Kik."

His first recording entitled Magellan (1972),
“was the beginning of a long span of albums and recordings of Yoyoy’s
humorous yet politically relevant songs in Visayan, Tagalog and English
that was uniquely his own style,” said the Organisasyon ng Pilipinong
Mang-aawit in its Online Registry of Filipino Musical Artists.

Dubbed "The Novelty King," Villame recorded more than 40 albums in his career as a singer.

He
also starred in several movies during the 1970s, including "Biktima"
and "Limasawa". Villame last starred in the critically-acclaimed movie
"Ang Babae sa Breakwater."

His nephew, Bernard Villame, recalled his uncle as a very generous fellow who helped him and his children in dire times.

"He gave Jeffrey, one of my sons, a tricycle because my son worked for him as a driver," Bernard said.

His
nephew also used to work on Villame’s staff when he was still a city
councilor. "Every time I needed assistance, he gave it," Bernard said
in Filipino.

Villame was a former councilor of Las Piñas City,
having been elected in 1988. His nephew, Bernard Villame, said his
uncle served for 10 years as councilor. He ran in 1995 as vice mayor
but lost.

"He planned to ran again as councilor this year, but he
backed out," Bernard told the Philippine Daily Inquirer, parent company
of INQUIRER.net.

Bernard said his uncle was a funny man even
off-stage. During parties, he would sing and poke fun at himself — "up
to the point of making visitors pee in their pants from laughter."

At the time of his death, Villame lived at the Doña Josefa Subdivision in Pilar Village, Las Piñas City.

He is survived by his children Hannah, who is also a singer; Apple, Olivia, Roman Jr., Lillian and John.

http://showbizandstyle.inquirer.net/breakingnews/breakingnews/view_article.php?article_id=66711

Poetry is just not enough

Tuesday, May 15th, 2007

May 13, 2007

 

Well, what do you know…

 

Yesterday, when I actually managed to force myself out of my
couch potato state (I had been in it since February) and clean up pieces of my
shitty life (starting with my bedroom), guess what came out underneath the heap
of junk I have squirreled away for years? A printout of an excerpt from the
book “He’s Just Not Into you” by Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillo. I remember a
dear friend of my mine forwarding this to me way back (if you’re reading this,
you know who you are bitch :P ) but I never really got the chance to read it. The
title was enough to put me off. At that time, I had better things to do and was
too busy finding my feet in the road I’ve chosen for myself.

 

Unearthing it is surely a strange twist of fate. It is
exactly the thing I need at this point when I have pretty much wasted months of
my precious short life waiting for… a false hope.

 

I fooled myself
thinking that there was something out of the stares you throw me while I pretend
not to see them. That there was something special out of those brief exchanges
of poetic rumblings we’ve had. That there was something behind that smile, that
tender tap on my shoulder, your gentleman posture. That there was something out
of, unmistakably, nothing. Well, the wait is over pal and I’m ready to move on.

 

I’m afraid poetry is just not enough.